We Don't Care

[Chorus: MIK] We don't care what dem man haffi say We don't care what dem gyal haffi say We don't care what dem man haffi say We don't care what dem gyal haffi say [Verse 1: Merky ACE] Young A from around the way Would've thumped you in your mout from day Would've digged your girl out from day Nobody's pickney, that's how I stay See, I play too much, in the game, EA Got the blade in my pouch and the clutch is an eight We ain't blazing the Dutch, get that sand out my face Got the bluey in the Blueys and a touch of the haze If you weren't gonna blow, you should've tucked it away I wouldn't stunt if I knew I was a cunt like you I would run up in my yard with my FT crew Get your fam tied up and your bredrins too Nobody speaks, nobody moves If everyting cool then nobody shoots But either way, we're leaving with the belly Call me, I've got that smelly Come and have a whiff when you're ready, it's deya [Verse 2: MIK] Sick ting, come in the place I'm like big ting? Yeah Try take one of my Gs For the victim? No Money upfront, that's What man are screaming, yeah Any funny business, watch how the ratchet blow Watch how the ratchet blow Jesus, creepers I'm one of them ocean deepers Gyal see me in the rave with a JD and Coke in my hand I'm one of them geezers Biscuit beaters, heated seekers Anti cheapers, keepers' keepers Man wanna know the price of the Air Force Ones I said they're expensive sneakers [Chorus: MIK] We don't care what dem man haffi say We don't care what dem gyal haffi say We don't care what dem man haffi say We don't care what dem gyal haffi say [Bridge: Merky ACE] Yeah, OK, war ready, I step steady on any curb that I walk on Thought you saw me off point, cuz? Then you thought wrong No money upfront? Then donny, it's long I ain't tryna hear that Level we're on, you ain't nowhere near that Push it up high when it's levels and get slapped Into the sky, we're the ones you fear FT, man know what it is when we're here [Verse 3: Merky ACE] The level I'm on, you can't match Creep in like somebody left the door on the latch I was born to attack, get a thorn in your back Hold corn in your cab if you think That you're gonna get away with your slab Man's taking all that, ain't no getting back Like give me that P, give me that stack Open the pump, then you're gonna fall flat No man from nowhere but they know that I caught the yout tripping and he got blown back I was raised round cockroaches and rats You was running in and out of the cracks Crept up to the surface, still in all-black Them Pet Shop Boys can't talk to the cat Dem dibby little pup can't talk to the dargs I stay strapped like a sarge Man got bombard for acting all hard [Chorus: MIK] We don't care what dem man haffi say We don't care what dem gyal haffi say We don't care what dem man haffi say We don't care what dem gyal haffi say [Bridge: Merky ACE] Yeah, OK, war ready, I step steady on any curb that I walk on Thought you saw me off point, cuz? Then you thought wrong No money upfront? Then donny, it's long I ain't tryna hear that Level we're on, you ain't nowhere near that Push it up high when it's levels and get slapped Into the sky, we're the ones you fear FT, man know what it is when we're here [Verse 4: Merky ACE] Yo, man are just floating Ours man up, fuck verbally assaulting I'm the bad luck you've been wishing and hoping That you avoided but I've been scoping See me on the front line coasting Front line ACE on the front line holding You can get left open Your mout should've been closed, not open Collect your items like token All them paper soldiers, man fold 'em Burn and scold 'em, craft and mould 'em Italic and bold them, lean up Step steady, keep up, better yet, catch up You ain't no match up Break man down till he can't get back up Caught man posting on phone about backup Touch